Many people come up with adorable nicknames for their unborn children, including us. So far I've heard Little Bean, Meatball, Sprout, Monkey, Batman, Little One, Tiger and the list goes on. So far Dan and I have been calling ours Fuzzbutton or Fuzzling because I already have 3 absolutely gorgeous, precocious hilarious children that are my fur babies. I see no reason to think that, just because this one is technically going to be human, I need to think of him as my first because really, he's going to be the 6th child that Dan and I have had together. Yes, yes, I know it'll be different, and much more complicated, but let's face it guys, you know I'm going to raise this one to be a cat too.
Anyway, up until quite recently, Dan and I were perfectly content to call our new little guy Fuzzling until he came out and we had to 'fess up to what his 'real' name was going to be. Then we saw the second to last episode of Doctor Who which featured a baby named Stormageddon. Since then, we have both been calling him either that or diminutives like Stormy or Storms which - don't get me wrong those names are totally freakin' awesome - but jeeze! Every cat I have ever named has almost completely conformed to the names they were given. Charms was the most dashing gentleman anyone could ever wish to meet, Shadowcat follows me literally everywhere I go (she's sitting on my ever-shrinking lap as I type) and Hime (nihongo for princess) is the most spoiled, entitled girl in the history of cat-hood. So I am currently trying to resist Stormageddon because it invokes images in my mind of never sleeping again due to a very noisy boy. However, deep in my heart of hearts, I think that being able to tell my son his nickname was Stormageddon when he was little is the coolest thing that has happened anywhere, ever.